The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1887-04-29


niou?"
Eyes; and il you don't come he'll
die"
..Well. you'll then be widow"
'sHere are twenty fretzcrs."
Twenty fretzcrsr' muttered he;
.'what a windfall TO be sure. Run the
risk Of catching cold and lumbago for
such sum. when I've got to attend
tomorrow morning the equity, but
wealthy Edzingov. at Kiltrens, whose
ailment Is worth to me fifty fretzers
minute. Not /. indeed"
And with this pleasant prospect, DR..
Trifulgas sought his bed, and went to
sleep again as soundly as before.
Nv.
Whip! splash! and then rap! rap!
Three blows from the knocker. struck
with firm hand. added their rattle,
this time. 10 the noise of the storm.
The doctor, startled in his slumber,
got up in a towering passion. On
opening his window the storm swept
in like whirlwind.
Its for the herring-curer
s.What. that wretch again?"
Il am his mother"
MAY his mother, wife and daughter
die with him.
s.'Tis TT
s.Aye. and tight one. no doubt, !"
chuckled the doctor. in his rage.
1--WE have little money!" said the
old woman, ian installment on the
house sold TO Dantrup. the drayman
Of the Rue Messaglicre. If you don't
come. my granddaughter will be with
out father my daughter without .
husband. and myself without a SON."
| 1t was heart-rending and horrible to
hear the old woman's voice, and to
think that the lev wind froze the blood
in her veins and nipped the very bones
under her skin.
"A fit, say you? then the fee Is 200
fretzers." rejoined the heartlcss leach.
| 1--WE have only 100"
Goodnight, then. Y and once more
| the window was closed.
| On second thought, however, he
came to the conclusion that. after all,
for an hours walk and half hours
attendance, 40 fretzers made 60 fret
zcrs an hour--one fretzer minute! 1t
was small profit Mt best, but not to be
entirely despised.
| So. instead Of getting into bed again,
the doctor this time slipped on his vel
vet suit. hurried down stairs in pair
Of stout boots. mufiicd himself in .
thick waterproof overcoat, put on
his gloves and SOU wester. and leaving
the lamp lighted on the table near his
Codex, opened at page 1917. pushed
back the door Of the :. Six-Quatre. y
iand appeared on the threshold.
The old woman was there. leaning
on a stick, her frame emaciated by
eighty years Of toll and misery.
1.-The money! said he.
"Here 1t Il. muttcrcd the wretchcd
woman, and may God return il TO
you hundred foldr'
"GodP The money Of God?' sar-
donically grinned the doctor. " Has
any one ever seen the color Of it?"
4 He there upon whistled for Hurzof,
put small lantern in the dogs mouth
and bent his steps seaward.
The old woman trudgcd on behind.
v.
Good heavens, what . tempest o.
wind and rain!
The bells Of Saintc- Philflene sway 4
and fro under the headlong fury Of thu
storm. m ominous portcnt, rs w
know, but DR.. Trifulgas cschcws al
supcrstitious notions. The fact Is tina
the doctor believes In nothing at all
no. not even in his own science--ex
cept for what Il brings him!
II What weather. 10 be sure. and wha
roadl Nothing but single and Stag
the single slippery like sea-weed, ant
the Stag crisp IS clinker. And no othe
light to see by except q tremulon
| flicker from Hurzofs lantern.
AT times strange, fantastic figure
seem to toss and stir In the flames tina
now and again swell from the moutl
Of the vanglor. There Il really N
telling what lies hidden at the bottom
Of those inscrutable cratcrs. Perhap
the souls Of the underworld that volatl
lie on reaching our atmosphere.
ii The doctor and the old woman 70
lowed the line Of coast that runs In an
out Of the small bays along the shore
The sea Is Of . livid whitcness, an